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"Yes, Phaddhy, the heavens be his bed, I pray; no Christmas or Easter ever passed but he was sure to send me the little keg of stuff that never saw water; but, Phaddhy, there's one thing that concerns me about him, in regard of his love of drink I'm afraid it's a throuble to him where he is at present; and I was sorry to find that, although he died full of money, he didn't think it worth his while to leave even the price of a mass to be said for the benefit of his own soul."
"Why, jist, Tim," replied Phaddhy, with his usual shrewdness, "to tache his Reverence himself to practise truth a little; if he didn't know that I got the stockin' of guineas and the Linaskey farm by my brother Barney's death, do ye think that he'd notish me at all at all? not himself, avick; an' maybe he won't be afther comin' round to me for a sack of my best oats,* instead of the bushel I used to give him, and houldin' a couple of stations wid me every year."
"It's the penitential psalms, first, sir," said Phaddhy, "and the rosary at night. I'll try, anyhow; and if I can make off five for you, I will." "Thank you, Phaddhy; but I would recommend you to say the rosary before night."
"Katty," said Phaddhy, when he got home, "we're to have a station here on Thursday next: 'twas given out from the altar to-day by Father Philemy." "Oh, wurrah, wurrah!" exclaimed Katty, overwhelmed at the consciousness of her own incapacity to get up a dinner in sufficient style for such guests "wurrah, wurrah! Phaddhy, ahagur, what on the livin' earth will we do at all at all!
There were first Fathers Philemy, Con, and the Auxiliary from the far part of the diocese; next followed Captain Wilson, Peter Malone, and Father Philemy's two nephews; after these came Phaddhy himself, Parrah More Slevin, with about two dozen more of the most remarkable and uncouth personages that could sit down to table.
The priest, Phaddhy, and the young collegian, had a topic of their own, whilst the rest were engaged in a kind of by play, until the meal was finished. "Father Philemy," said Phaddhy, in his capacity of host, "before we begin we'll all take a dhrop of what's in the bottle, if it's not displasing to yer Reverence; and, sure, I know, 'tis the same that doesn't come wrong at a station, any how."
"Why, he did, sir, raise both myself and my childre from poverty," said Phaddhy, not willing to let that point go farther "that I'll always own to; and I hope in God that whatever little trouble might be upon him for the dhrop of dhrink, will be wiped off by this kindness to us." "He hadn't even a Month's mind!"*
Phaddhy, however, was no Donnell, to use his own expression, and saw as far into a deal board as another man. "And so, Phaddy," said the priest, "how are all your family? six you have, I think?" "Four, your Rev'rence, only four," said Phaddy, winking at Tim Dillon, his neighbor, who happened to be present "three boys an' one girl."
"Don't ye, know whin I'm a clargy I will but I'm only a lignum sacerdotis yet, Phaddhy." "What's ligdum saucerdoatis, Briney?" "A block of a priest, Phaddhy." "Now, Briney, I suppose Father Philemy knows everything." "Ay, to be sure he does; all the languages' that's spoken through the world, Phaddhy." "And must all the priests know them, Briney? how many are they?"
Upon my veracity I must bring that about." "Why, then, yer Reverence," replied Phaddhy, who was now a little softened, and forgot his enmity against Parrah More for the present, "unlikelier things might happen." "It won't be my fault," said Parrah More, "if my son Ned has no objection."
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